Title: The Outsider
Author: Anath de Malfoy
Pairing: Fridwulfa the Giantess/Daddy Hagrid, Fridwulfa/OFC
Summary: Drabble/ficlet. A sequel to "She Loves Me, Really" - seen from Fridwulfa's POV, addressed to her husband (if she had the words)
Rating: R
Warnings: Violence, non-con, non-explicit het relationship, femmeslash, femchan, character death, OC
Possible Spoilers: Books 1-5
Disclaimer: These characters and the associated profits belong to J.K. Rowling. If they get fresh, that's my fault.
I was one of the last of my kind in your land. You claimed to love my difference, my strength - why then did you act as if you wanted to make me small? So tiny that I almost could not be seen...
It was as though you were trying to shrink me by confining me to your world. A dwelling that I had to stoop to enter. Your people fearing and hating me everywhere I went, hiding their children from me as if they thought I'd want to eat them. Holding back the full ferocity of my passion every time I took you in my arms, in case I shattered your fragile bones.
Time and time again I begged you to come and live among my people. I would have protected you and our baby Rubeus from those who would seek to hurt or kill you both for being so small. I am strong enough to fight off any giant who would do either of you harm. To defeat all and become Gurg, if I so wished. Then nobody would dare to lay a hand on my family. In time, they would have come to love you as I do. Or as I once did.
I tried to teach you my ways. A few words of my language here and there. Offering you the foods that I was raised on, such as meat of mountain goat or Graphorn brought back from my visits to relatives in other lands, amidst the highest peaks - flesh torn raw from the bone or chargrilled over flame. Showing to you the joys of wild and fierce lovemaking, tempered with as much gentleness as I could muster.
But you, my husband, would not allow yourself to be like a giant. Your wizard customs were dearer to you than I was in the end. And when I grew angry and frustrated with you, lashing out against the restrictions I was bound by amongst your kind, you cowered and wept and shielded Rube instead of raging back at me. Not good. Not good at all.
Night after night I went to sit under the stars, whatever the weather, awake in dry-eyed misery. Dreaming of a giant husband, or longing to take another giantess as my wife as soon as the largest, strongest male we could find had got us both with child. Raising our fine big sons or daughters together...
On one such night, just one day before I left you, a tiny lost girl-child wandered up to me- witch or Muggle, I neither knew nor cared. Small and pale, with bright hair like the moon. Such a pretty little thing - I had to pick her up and hold her close. To see what lay beneath the light, soft slips of clothing that she wore. To touch her warmth and smoothness, exploring her inside with my huge fingers so I could see how tight and sweet she was.
I held her too close, and she broke.
No screams, no blood - just a snapped spine and a lolling head. A small dead doll, cold, still and drained of breath.
I found a distant place to put her, somewhere quiet where I covered her with leaves. No one would ever find out what I had done.
I never meant to do it. I felt sadder and lonelier than I ever have in my life when I killed her. And I knew that very moment I would have to go. I would miss you, yes, and Rubeus - I knew I could not take him with me as I might accidentally hold him too close and break him too.
Your world was never a place I could belong.
~ Fin.
Author: Anath de Malfoy
Pairing: Fridwulfa the Giantess/Daddy Hagrid, Fridwulfa/OFC
Summary: Drabble/ficlet. A sequel to "She Loves Me, Really" - seen from Fridwulfa's POV, addressed to her husband (if she had the words)
Rating: R
Warnings: Violence, non-con, non-explicit het relationship, femmeslash, femchan, character death, OC
Possible Spoilers: Books 1-5
Disclaimer: These characters and the associated profits belong to J.K. Rowling. If they get fresh, that's my fault.
I was one of the last of my kind in your land. You claimed to love my difference, my strength - why then did you act as if you wanted to make me small? So tiny that I almost could not be seen...
It was as though you were trying to shrink me by confining me to your world. A dwelling that I had to stoop to enter. Your people fearing and hating me everywhere I went, hiding their children from me as if they thought I'd want to eat them. Holding back the full ferocity of my passion every time I took you in my arms, in case I shattered your fragile bones.
Time and time again I begged you to come and live among my people. I would have protected you and our baby Rubeus from those who would seek to hurt or kill you both for being so small. I am strong enough to fight off any giant who would do either of you harm. To defeat all and become Gurg, if I so wished. Then nobody would dare to lay a hand on my family. In time, they would have come to love you as I do. Or as I once did.
I tried to teach you my ways. A few words of my language here and there. Offering you the foods that I was raised on, such as meat of mountain goat or Graphorn brought back from my visits to relatives in other lands, amidst the highest peaks - flesh torn raw from the bone or chargrilled over flame. Showing to you the joys of wild and fierce lovemaking, tempered with as much gentleness as I could muster.
But you, my husband, would not allow yourself to be like a giant. Your wizard customs were dearer to you than I was in the end. And when I grew angry and frustrated with you, lashing out against the restrictions I was bound by amongst your kind, you cowered and wept and shielded Rube instead of raging back at me. Not good. Not good at all.
Night after night I went to sit under the stars, whatever the weather, awake in dry-eyed misery. Dreaming of a giant husband, or longing to take another giantess as my wife as soon as the largest, strongest male we could find had got us both with child. Raising our fine big sons or daughters together...
On one such night, just one day before I left you, a tiny lost girl-child wandered up to me- witch or Muggle, I neither knew nor cared. Small and pale, with bright hair like the moon. Such a pretty little thing - I had to pick her up and hold her close. To see what lay beneath the light, soft slips of clothing that she wore. To touch her warmth and smoothness, exploring her inside with my huge fingers so I could see how tight and sweet she was.
I held her too close, and she broke.
No screams, no blood - just a snapped spine and a lolling head. A small dead doll, cold, still and drained of breath.
I found a distant place to put her, somewhere quiet where I covered her with leaves. No one would ever find out what I had done.
I never meant to do it. I felt sadder and lonelier than I ever have in my life when I killed her. And I knew that very moment I would have to go. I would miss you, yes, and Rubeus - I knew I could not take him with me as I might accidentally hold him too close and break him too.
Your world was never a place I could belong.
~ Fin.